Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2016 08:13:13 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: My Friend Robby may be gay, Part One by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends My Friend Robby May Be Gay, Part One By Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends $$$ It won't solve all your problems except one...the problem of enjoying all Nifty's super excellent collection of hot stories for free. If you made a contribution it may not cure your athlete's foot but it will make you sleep better at night. ??? Are you under eighteen? If you answered yes you can skip the rest of the questions and leave immediately. Your presence by the author is not permitted. "Are you two married or something?" "Is he your boyfriend?" These questions like that are tossed at us when we are walking down the hall at school. No we are just best friend, Robby and I, I being Greg. We met last year in seventh grade and took to each other immediately. Neither of us is gay, at least as far as I thought, until last Saturday night. Let me take a moment to describe each of us so you have an idea what we look like and other stuff. We are in the middle of our adolescence, you know voice changes, hair popping up in strange places and some other things like sex hunger like you wouldn't believe. And wanking of course which Robby found out about and taught me. It is my new hobby and is keeping me from growing too crazy. The old Boy Scout handbook is against it, but anything that feels so good can't be bad for you, Robby is about four inches taller than me because he is ahead of me in maturing but I am better looking than he is but I would never say that to him because he is my friend. He's got a long nose but I guess as he gets older it won't look so long, but then he has nice red hair. Suddenly he has gotten shy about being undressed with me as though he has secrets about his body, but I peek and saw that he has red hair down their which look really nice. Now I am smallish but I will be tall, my father and brother are so it would be natural, don't you think? But I am cute. I deny ever saying that but I can think it and it is true. My features are like a teenage idol. I can sing as good as any kid from the Vienna Boys Choir. But I admit that naked I look like a ten years old as far as body hair is concerned but my pee pee is getting large and looks larger all naked with no hair. Robby and I are more than just friends I think. I mean when his mother died nine months ago we hugged each other and we both cried and were not embarrassed about it and that's why it is so annoying that he is getting that way about being naked. We used to swim naked in his pool, late at night. So this Saturday night Robby asks if I can sleep over. We do that a few times a years even though we live within walking distance. We both know the reason we most often stay at his house because he has a pool and his father is out with his latest floosie. Robby hates that his father tom cats around so soon after the death of Robby's mother but he says, "Older guys go nuts if they don't get their pricks drained regularly." "Maybe you should tell him about self abuse," I said trying to be comical. He just grapped me in a head lock and for a moment, just as our faces were close, I thought that he was going to kiss me. What I crazy idea. Anyway I'll skip to the meat of the story here. We each sat on different sides of the bed and go undressed. Usually we kept our briefs on and Robbie did that now but I got the silly idea of stripping completely. I stood up and shoved my peter down between my upper thighs and put on an act sashaying around like a female. Robby got up and seemed very serious. I caught sight of his naked legs in the lamplight and noticed, for the first time, a sheen of red hair on his inner thighs. It made my breath catch. What was that all about? Huskily Robby said, "You look like a cute girl. Come here baby." We met at the foot of the bed and he reached out and touched my chest. I think I made a purring sound and he began moving this had over my tits. I never thought they were any more than decorations but it was as though there was a wire directly to my prick. He was a little scary with his face red and his eyes wild. I could also see his underwear sticking out from a big stiff. I was getting weirder out. I broke the tension by saying with a fake yawn, "I'm tired, let's sleep." He sort of shook himself and agreed. We tumbled in the kind size bed and I moved way over to my side. "What's you doing? He asked."Just keeping away from being raped." He laughed and we settled ourselves down to sleep. My prick was hard but there would be no wanking until morning, in the shower, but it sure was pulsing and leaping. I put my hand down there to quiet it and slowly felt sleep creeping over me. It must have been hours and it was still dark when I half woke up. I was on my side with my back to Robbie. I realized that his arms were around me and he was glued to my back and his upper legs were under my ass. BUT that wasn't the strangest thing. His hard cock was sliding up and down in my ass crack and he was moaning and doing fucking motions. This was rape I guess, but he was only rubbing his prick like I did on my mattress at night. I didn't want to interrupt him, after all he was my friend. In fact I pushed my butt harder against him and I heard him grunt and sigh loudly. Fuck, he just creamed inside his underwear and against me. I could feel a warm and wet spot on my bare ass. He got up on his elbows and I think he stared at my face to see if I was awake. I pretended sleep with steady breathing. He moved away to his side of the bed and I slipped back into sleep. The next morning I couldn't figure out if it was a dream or it really happened but if it did, this was a big change in our friendship. He was still sleeping. I spoke loudly as I jumped out of bed, my prick standing out like a rudder. "You sleep okay. I'm for the shower." "Yeah, I sleep good. You going to wank in the shower?" "Sure, you want to give me a hand job? I said continuing our usual joking around. "Would you want me to?? I didn't answer because I didn't know how serious his offer was so I answered, "I'd like a little help from a friend. I'll leave the door open for you." This threw every thing back to him. He would have to make the move. Holding my two hands over my dick, for privacy, I guess, I headed for the bathroom. I pissed bu painfully holding me dick down at the bowl and emptied the night's accumulation. I turned on the taps to warm. I stepped in door open as promised and closed my eyes. I let the water flow over my body and took hold of my prick which was leaping with anticipation when a voice in my ear said, "Let me do it Greg." End Part One